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margaritas

It’s no known secret that being an adolescent sucks. I’m no stranger to that: My seventh grade school picture prominently displays a middle part (secured with heart-shaped bobby pins from Claire’s) above a big ol’ set of braces.

So it goes without saying that my heart breaks for you too, Infanta Margarita because you were just darlingin Las Meninas, and well…here, you are…like me, in seventh grade.

But, at least you grew out of it? (or did you? Debatable, honestly…). Whatever; if you get the title of Holy Roman Empress, you can look go ahead and just live your life.

Top: Portrait of the Infanta from 1659.
Above: Portrait of the Infanta from 1667.